On early morning walks.

It’s only love
It’s only love
You know how it feels
Feeling is easy
I know
When I was young
When I was young
You know
It was real
My heart was open
But now
I know
I know
I know
I know better
I’ve been shown
The other side
And now I see the way
Things are
It’s only love
It’s only love
You know how it feels
Feeling is easy
I know
Feeling is easy
I know
Feeling is easy
I know

— Melody by Anoushka Shankar, Karsh Kale, and Guarav Raina. Lyrics by Norah Jones

Easy lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Walt Disney Music Company, Universal Music Publishing Group, A Side Music LLC D/B/A Modern Works Music Publishing

Man. All those publishing credits. And, you think I’m crazy?

Sunday. Either a day of rest. Or, a day of fun work. I think the later. Especially after yesterday.

When we were are out roaming around running errands, I always carry a real camera. Jokingly, I say I do that in case a second line pops up.

Well.

One did.

A four lane blocking, jazz funeral with a brass band and the old fashioned carriage drawn by a mule. There was no way around it, so I parked and made pictures.

The photo gods were talking to me. They were saying get off your butt and get back to work. They asked what would Chef Chase say? Oh, I know, I know. Hand raised in the air trying to catch someone’s attention.

“Pull up your pants and get to work.”

Uh huh.

Unless the world falls in, I’m back on the street today and tomorrow and whenever. Once thing did float through my mind. While we are all about mourning our local heroes, we are forgetting that life and death goes on. The second line was for a Zulu. An honored member of our community. On any other Saturday, there might be ten of fifteen photographers making pictures. There was only me. By accident.

Think on that for a while.

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NOLA 8 May-6
Southern Summer

I tried all last summer to make around ten pictures that spoke to summer. I think that I made one or two pictures that came close. But, even those two really didn’t do it for me. Besides, ten good pictures in four months or so is a lot. Ansel Adams used to be happy if he made ten good pictures in a year. But, his equipment was much heavier than mine.

So, what happens? I was out earlier this week in an area of The Lower Ninth Ward called Holy Cross after the church and school that used to be located there. The buildings are still there but the people moved after the storm. I was headed to a part of the levee where I could photograph New Orleans from a very different angle. As I was driving there, I saw this picture. It’s pretty much what I was looking for, but never found, last summer. Yeah. Yeah. I know it’s still Spring. But, this picture captures it for me. Late afternoon sun. Lone bicycle riding kid. Funky New Orleans houses.

The picture. Here I go again. Another drive by. But, this one was made out of a need for expedience. I did not have the time to stop, get out of the car and make the picture. I would have lost the bike rider. So, I just kept driving and shot through the windshield. Yes. I managed to stop at the stop sign. Luckily, the kid on the bike rode into to a bright, sunlit spot on the street or this picture would not have worked. By the way, that green wall in the far background is the levee.